The Medic is not coming along easily, so I'll show you a few more scenes with the Branch House. Also, Little Sister was inspired by the songs "Death of Love" and "Born in a Burial Gown", both by the awesome band called Cradle of Filth.

Gentle Fist

It was just a few days after the second round of the Chunin exams, when Kouichi got his first up close look at and tried to drown another person with his supposedly unique eyes. Just a few minutes after that battle, another Leaf genin showed up with a complete collection of the treasures that each team was supposed to gather.

"Okay, Horse, Tiger, Boar, straight fingers, Hare, Rat, Dog, Horse, Dog, Hare… Dog and Snake like this?" Kouichi grinned at the boy who stood at the other end of the clearing as he made the said hand seals. Immediately, a large amount of chakra came flowing into his already powerful eyes and granted him images of things that were supposed to be hidden behind solid surfaces, like the other boy's chakra and internal organs. It was far easier than just simply forcing his chakra into his eyes, which he learned to do on his own back in the Academy. "Alright! Haha! That was awesome!"

Just as he was about to jump up in celebration of his newly learned jutsu, the Konoha ninja started speaking again.

"That's the first step. Now, time to learn the rest of our arts. It's called Gentle Fist!" shouted the long haired boy. He looked exactly like the kid that Kouichi tried to drown with water based jutsus save for the fact that he wore the headband on his head. If he had not seen both kids together on the same boat right after they checked into the underwater castles, he would have been dead certain that this was the same guy. And he still wondered if it actually was the same person wearing the ninja badge in a different style.

"Heh. Bring it."

In response, the Hyuuga beckoned for the Water ninja to charge at him. He instructed, "Go for the heart. No chakra. Just taijutsu."

"Watch out, cuz here I come!" Kouichi's feet carried him towards the other ninja, but just as he was about to land a blow between two of the ribs, the Hyuuga caught his wrist and flung him to the ground in a move too fast for the naked eye to follow. The pale, blonde kid landed on the ground with a thud.

The sequence repeated itself for several hours, with Kouichi charging again and again without landing a hit.

"Come on, let's try again," requested the Leaf ninja for the thousandth time.

"So, dude, why are you teaching me all this?" asked the younger boy, the Mist ninja, as he picked himself up and took up battle stance again. "I bet you'd get real training if I'd hit you with one of my waves."

"Because you're one of…" the leaf genin began, but was interrupted.

Another identical boy sprang out from between the leaves of a palm tree and landed gracefully. "Those hopeless idiot bunke."

This newcomer was the one with the band around his neck instead of his forehead. That kid was smirking.

The other twin did not say much, nor did he need to. The twitch in his eyebrow and his next move, which was to charge at the other kid with a fist full of chakra, said everything that needed to be said.

Almost thirty years after that particular round of Chunin exams, a retired clan leader sat up in his bed as he beckoned for the other resident of his suite in the Hyuuga compound, a thirteen year old boy, to come over. The boy looked identical to the old man save for the hair and skin color. The hair was a rich color that was somewhat darker than chocolate brown but not yet ebony black while the skin tone was several shades lighter than the old man's.

"Take it," the former clan leader held out what looked like a thin book. "For your next chunin exams."

"Thank you." There was a subtle mix of emotions in the kid's voice and cool demeanor. The gratitude was directed completely at the old man, as was the idea that the retired clan leader had been reduced to nothing but a senile heap on the bed. Somewhere in the mix was bitter hate, mostly directed at a few other people, but still some for that old man. And that old man was the one who deserved almost all of that hate, thanks to a certain idea that he came up with all of those years ago.

Later that night, the old man watched with his Byakugan activated as the boy practiced alone outside their window. Chakra shot out like spikes at various points on his body. He was sure that in time, that kid would figure out how to unwrap the rest of the secret gift.

Caring for the kid when he was still healthy and then, when he was too ill to train the kid personally, giving him a few handwritten notes about certain elements of their family talents and chakra that were hidden neatly under the pages of an ordinary looking book did not make up for the trouble that his solutions to a certain problem caused, but it was something that he could still do.

Those notes… Both the grandfather and his grandson had to thank a certain inquisitive medical ninja for writing certain things down.